Page 99 of Champagne Fizz

My legs and knees lay against the crook of hers.

My fingers brush her navel, tracing across her creamy flesh to tease the top of her bikini bottoms.

Her breath is ragged. Already.

“Breathe,” I whisper, nibbling her ear as we stand together and she feels the whole of me encompassing her.

Or maybe it’s the other way around.

She takes an unsteady breath. Then another. Then two more. Then ten.

I hold her, pressing my lips against her temple and looking out at the horizon. Her chest heaves with her breath and I look down over her shoulder to where her breasts are straining against the meager fabric. It’s my turn to moan and let my mind turn to fog. Damn, her nipples are so taught it looks painful.

Kendall presses her shoulder blades against my chest, hearing my reaction. “This bikini doesn’t hide much, does it?” she asks bravely.

“No,” I admit, “but God, you look ravishing.”

Her breath increases, but that only makes her chest strain even more.

“Kendall, I don’t think you know what you do to me.”

“Oh?” she fishes. Foolishly.

I clutch her hips, digging into the soft flesh to keep myself from sliding my hands upward over her breasts.

“I want your tits in my mouth.”

“Simon!” she whimpers, letting my name fall from her mouth like a plea, her whole body shuddering.

“That’s not helping,” I confess, her bikini top shivering.

“Then stop looking!”

“Not possible, Sunshine,” I say, possessed. The yellow fabric cups her tits like flower petals, and I want to peel them back. I want to untie those ribbons—

“I need to get in the water,” Kendall whimpers, trying to walk forward, but I don’t let her go yet. “I need to cool down,” she complains. “There’s so much of your skin already touching me, Simon. And—and—” Her voice goes hoarse. “I can feel the way you’re looking at me.”

“How am I looking at you, gorgeous?”

“Like I’m already naked,” she sighs, dropping her head back against my shoulder.

I grip her hips tighter. “You like that I want you this badly.”

“Yes,” she admits, desire aching out of her throat. It makes me press my erection against her ass. “Simon!” she moans my name like it’s a prayer she’s practicing.

“I’ve barely gotten started, Sunshine.” My hands fan out over her stomach and she shudders. “That tiny bikini has me—”

“I need to be in the water!” Kendall pries my hands off her, and I watch as she splashes into the surf, dousing the bottom half of her body in the cold ocean as fast as possible.

“Does the water feel good?” I call out. “Wet and salty on your pink skin?”

Kendall’s brown eyes bore into me. She’s both aroused and scandalized at the same time, her porcelain flesh blushing rosacea pink.

“I think you’re going to drown me,” she squeaks out, and I start walking toward her, ready to show her exactly how much she’s going to love it.

She moves backwards several paces as I gain ground, and just as I think she’s going to give in and let me devour her in a kiss, she twists and dives into the surf, swimming toward the horizon.

I dive in after her.

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